MaroxxMafia – We are Mafioso's
Couplet 1:
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's been born
Same time my thoughts are murdered the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Abdel, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artistold, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Read junkies shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my three of my sisters dead, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10`s to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the crazy Mafia hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, taking it light
Pushing big toys, gettin nice, enjoying your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course R - I - F are the letters that spell . . .
RIF, RIF
Chorus:
"Mafioso's are playing life or death.. my rep.."
"Our senses deep, We never ever fell.."
"Mafioso's are.. criminals but men.."
"No doubt.." We are the mob that loves hell.
Couplet 2:
"Mafia is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bullet-proof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the realest Mob
"Mafioso's are a hype .." Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the day I was born and , after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blasting, techs on blocks
Went from Nothing to non, but owning acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin Morocco, site zeros, but still Morocco
Bet my nine spit for the Mob
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some`ll fall, but I rise, MaroxxMafia or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
Chorus:
"Mafioso's are playing life or death.. my rep.."
"Our senses deep, We never ever fell.."
"Mafioso's are.. criminals but men.."
"No doubt.." We are the mob that loves hell.
Couplet 3:
"Mafioso's are survivors.." like sex to a psycho, but nothing sweet
we're like beef, busting heat through your windows
We're like a street sweeper, green leaf reaper
Like Sahara players in Morocco, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
we're like crime, like your nine, your mob you would die for
Always got you, we're read the Islam-verses you would cry for
we're take a whole lot of loot, we're take crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
we're like ecstasy for ladies, we're like all races
combined in two hustlers; like the summer jam
Bullet-proof Hummer man
we're being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam`
we're the feelin of a millionaire spending a hundred grand
we're a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y`all know what we're doing we're Mafia who brings the up the ideas for imitations
Chorus:
"Mafioso's are playing life or death.. my rep.."
"Our senses deep, We never ever fell.."
"Mafioso's are.. criminals but men.."
"No doubt.." We are the mob that loves hell.